Xerxes crossed his arms and nodded as Al-Cid briefly said 'As good as expected.' He wouldn't press, because he knew that the last time they spoke of it was when they got drunk at some club. He literally had to drink away his pain. He was sure it was more, but as he had his own subject he didn't want to speak about, he could relate.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes then gave Al-Cid a playful smile. "There's that Al-Cid I remember from before I left. I'm going to have to decline the basement though. I heard there's giant slugs down there. I mean... I'm sure if they're doing work down there they got em but still, not my scene."
Xerxes turned and heaved the bag off of the chain and threw it over his shoulder. "I will have to replace this though. The staff reamed my ass the last time I left a punching bag ripped open, so I'm afraid the darkest I can give ya is the supply closet."
He turned and nodded his head to the door toward the end of the hallway and started to walk.
"Sorry I disappeared. My dad had me work on the boat for a few weeks. Had I known then what I know now though, I probably would have stayed..." He said, making small talk that quickly turned back to what he was avoiding. "But that's irrelevant."